This morning I almost didn’t make it out of bed again. Friday arrived while I slept and settled in with no particular mood. It was simply here, sitting in the Friday chair. I couldn’t find the anchors that were lost yesterday morning, so I had to make do with an improvised set that looked nothingContinue reading “Muhly Grass Blooms”
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From Yesterday
I’m out of bed. So what? Big fucking deal. I’m back inside of day one, morning one, except this time there is no funeral to plan, no details of a military burial to go over, nothing to distract my mind from whatever the fuck place this is where nothing makes sense. Today I DoorDashedContinue reading “From Yesterday”
Doorways
Sometimes I feel like this blog should be called “Becoming a bitch: Life in the aftermath of suicide”. Or perhaps that term offends people, so I will change it to ‘Becoming an asshole after your husband kills himself”. This way people might know that becoming a widow isn’t just learning to fold this new title intoContinue reading “Doorways”
Droplets
Sometimes I see a Flying J and stopSometimes I put hazelnut in my coffee cupSometimes it’s the chill of winter’s skySometimes your eyesall the conversations kept insideAlwaysall the faces that I sometimes meetAlwaysthey are never youSometimes I see a Flying J and stop.Sometimes I put hazelnut in my coffee cupDroplets of a dreamwithout warning IContinue reading “Droplets”
Layers
Life lays hidden, unpredictable Wrapped in layers of routines Blinds to open Dogs to feed Clocks to set Meals to eat They keep us safe We think Then one day, maybe a doorbell rings Are you his wife? This isn’t real Please have a seat I can’t He was found No he wasn’t Just downContinue reading “Layers”
Beau
When I woke up yesterday morning, he wasn’t nestled up against me. I had forgotten what life was like before he found me 3 months ago. Worried about my fearless friend, I went in search of him. Turns out he had finally discovered the kitten cove/bed I bought for him which has been sitting inContinue reading “Beau”
Secrets
This isn’t some great piece of poetic prose. It is a raw accounting of the text I received last night and the emotions it forced from the safety of the corners where I keep them. I am physically ill. The tsunami of tears has been unleashed. I am sickened by how humans treat one another. Continue reading “Secrets”
Becoming a Widow 